Thirsty Thursday
I was tagged by @corporatebanana, so I guess I'll share a little more of the next part of the Jacket verse
Sal was going to write it off as a one time thing, a lapse of judgment that ended in a good time. That was until he checked his phone halfway through a shift and found a Grindr notification waiting for him.
He was almost positive Buck was working, too. That was definitely the 118 locker room behind him in the mirror. It looked like he had just gotten out of the shower, hair still wet, droplets of water sliding down his chest and stomach. He was standing just close enough to the sink that all Sal could see was the beginnings of the dark thatch of curls leading down between his legs.
Got any more of that good advice for me?
There was an address in the following message. God damn, this kid really was asking for trouble.
Buck looked half surprised when he opened his door later that night to find Sal waiting on the front porch. The look morphed into an easy smile as he stepped to the side to let him in.
“I didn't think you'd show up,” He admitted, leading him further into the house to the living room. “You want a beer?”
“Sure,” Sal shrugged, glancing around. Buck's couch looked uncomfortable as hell, mismatched from the more plush arm chairs across from it. He opted to follow him into the kitchen. “Someone had to warn you about sending your address to strangers on the internet.”
“We're hardly strangers,” Buck teased, letting his eyes drift down to Sal's groin. He licked his lips briefly before pulling his eyes back up. “We have mutual friends. Chim, Hen, and I'm sure there's a few more people at the 118 that remember you.”
There was a lingering silence as Buck pulled two bottles from his fridge, using the edge of his counter to pop the tops before passing one to Sal. Neither acknowledged the name he left off that list.
Sal watched him as he put his beer to his lips, and, Christ, who taught this kid how to drink from a bottle? It was nearly obscene. Buck grinned at him, leaning back against the counter, letting his shirt ride up a little.
“You can come closer,” He offered. “I won't bite unless you ask me to.”
“Jesus, kid.” The beer bottle clacked loudly against the island as Sal abandoned it, untouched. He closed the short distance between him, settling his hands on Buck's hips and squeezing, his thumb rubbing soft circles over the exposed skin. “You know this is a bad idea.”
“Didn't stop you from showing up,” Buck murmured, fisting his hands in Sal's shirt. He tucked his head a little and looked at Sal from under his lashes. “Please.”
And suddenly, Sal understood why Tommy had lost his god damn mind over this kid. One flash of those big blue eyes and any self-control he had was out the window. He moved one hand up to curl around the back of Buck's neck and pulled him in, feeling his breath fan across his face before their lips crashed together.
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